Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
Looking at The Windy City from the top of the coal tower. The pond you see is the former ACME Coke coal yard.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
Though it’s a little unclear what control station controlled what function, these levers seemed to relate to some of the bigger equipment inside the dredge, such as the trommel.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.